Page 12 of Rescued By the Convicts
“I don’t think it’s Matthews. And believe me, blue hair won’t make Jayce stand out. . . you do that, little bird.”
Melina headed toward the door, but Ivan’s hand on her arm stopped her. “Don’t coddle him. It’s the last thing he needs right now.”
“I don’t coddle.” She sighed, knowing Ivan saw right through her. She would cater to Jayce to maintain the peace. It was a bad habit from her three years under Namir’s control. Shove her hatred and her fear aside and do whatever the bastard ordered just to keep him calm, because when Namir wasn’t calm. . . She teetered slightly as too many memories rushed back at her.
Ivan’s warm hand cupped her cheek. “You okay?”
“It’s hard standing by watching Jayce struggle,” she said, pushing thoughts of Namir aside. He was her past. These men in front of her were her future.
Ivan pressed his lips to her forehead in a gentle kiss, a reassurance that she was safe and protected. Then those lips slid to hers, reminding her of the four blessings in her life. She couldn’t fully relax as warmth, familiarity, and tenderness moved through her. . . soothing her when she should be soothing Jayce. And Reece. She broke the kiss with Ivan and glanced at Reece. That twinge of jealousy remained in his eyes, but he did nothing as Ivan pressed his body against her.
Losing herself in Ivan was easy, like stepping into the steaming underground pools and letting the water surround her, soothe her in a way she never realized she needed until she’d met him.
She found herself lying on her back with the chiseled soldier sliding down her body. The cold air struck her skin as he unbuttoned the front of her shirt, exposing her breasts. Stiff peaks jutted out as she arched her back, trying to guide him to where she wanted his mouth.
Ivan’s tongue circled one very hard nipple before pulling the taut peak into his mouth. Her hands sifted in his thick hair as his tongue lazily dragged down her middle to her core. Always moving over her body, touching her, stroking her, Ivan’s hands seamlessly slid her pants down her legs before wide shoulders nudged her legs apart.
With the flat of his tongue, he danced over and through her folds, missing nothing as two fingers entered her. He moved quickly tonight, eager to take her, and she had to admit, she was eager for him to claim her. This whole business with Zev unsettled her. She needed the security of being held tight, of being one with her men.
She twisted her neck. Reece had left.
“Hey, there,” Ivan said in a soft voice, trying to get her attention as he slid into her.
She loved having the weight of him on her, pressing her into the mattress, but not too hard, not in a way that made her feel trapped.
They found a rhythm easily, her hips rising to meet his in such a way that he rubbed her clit with each thrust. For as rough and short as Ivan could be as a unit leader, he took his time making love to her, but right now she needed something more from him.
“Tell me Zev will be okay. That we’ll all be okay,” she begged, unable to hide the fear in her voice.
“We’ll do what we can to protect him,” Ivan said, skirting reality for once. Her soldier was the realist of the group. Jayce the dreamer. Reece, the man who lived in the moment and simply wanted to be loved. And Zev. . . she barely knew him, but she needed him as much as she needed the others. She didn’t care if he ever told her his secrets; she just wanted him here with her, safe, where his smile could light that one place in her heart that felt so empty without him.
She glanced over Ivan’s shoulder again, staring at the door, hoping Reece would return, but knowing he wouldn’t. Reece had walked away as if he wasn’t needed. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Ivan’s fingers nudged her to face him. He stopped thrusting, a serious expression coming over him. His cock, heavy and thick, remained inside of her as tears slid down her cheek.
“Melina?” he asked, confused.
“Lie to me. Tell me everything will be fine.”
He kissed the tears before taking her mouth. His tongue, velvety soft and decadent, pulled her in and allowed her to lose herself in him. Then Ivan pushed her legs to her chest as he fucked her harder than before, as if he too needed something from her. Ivan, her rock, never showed weakness, at least not openly. But the way he thrust into her now, hitting that one spot that drove her wild, seemed desperate, as if he feared losing her.
“You’re mine,” he roared above her as his pace intensified.
Her entire body suddenly locked as an intense orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around Ivan’s cock as her head whipped back and her back arched. His name sprang from her throat. A few more pumps and he stilled, finding his release deep inside of her. For a moment, she wondered what it would be like to get pregnant with his child. He’d be a good father.
But not here. Not on Veenith. They couldn’t raise a child here.
She’d never remove the illegal contraceptive. It was the one and only gift from Namir she’d been thankful for.
A finger stroked her cheek. “Where’d you go?” Ivan asked, his face as serious as ever. “Did I hurt you?”
She plastered on a smile as she cupped his face. “Of course not. I’m a bit distracted.”
He rolled from the bed and slid into his pants without kissing her. He never left her bed without kissing her.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Never apologize, Melina. Especially to me.”
